My brother is too strong.

Yin Mingyu wanted to scold Xiao Yi to death.

You want to give me the unlucky title of Crow Mouth until you die?

Why don't you take it yourself?

How abominable!

Lan Qi laughed, "Another Half-Step Immortal Emperor?"

"Anything else?"

"Even if he comes, will he help you?"

Xiao Yi's face fell.

Indeed.

It is very likely that the next Half-Step Immortal Emperor will be from Jin Hua's side, much more likely than from Lu Shaoqing's side.

Whether it is Lu Shaoqing, Ji Yan, or Xiao Yi and the others, it is impossible for them to know more Half-Step Immortal Emperors.

The people who come can only be enemies, not friends.

"Damn it!" Lu Shaoqing's angry voice came, "Don't go too far!"

"Do you really think I'm afraid of you?"

"I'm just teasing you!"

Everyone shook their heads again, thinking that Lu Shaoqing was fierce on the outside but weak on the inside, and his words were out of order.

"Are you kidding me?" Xu Zhi sneered and punched Lu Shaoqing again.

"You are a white-haired boy who was lucky enough to survive, and you dare to speak nonsense in front of me?"

"What?" Lu Shaoqing suddenly shouted angrily, his voice shaking thousands of miles, like a thunderbolt, "What are you talking about?"

"Buzz!"

The sword light was violent, and the burst of breath forced Xu Zhi to withdraw and retreat, temporarily avoiding the sharp edge.

Lu Shaoqing looked at Xu Zhi viciously, pointing his long sword in the distance, murderous, "What did you call me just now?"

"I'll give you a chance, you'd better think it over before you say it."

Lu Shaoqing's fierce look not only did not scare Xu Zhi, but made Xu Zhi furious.

He was actually forced to retreat by Lu Shaoqing, which was a great shame.

"White-haired boy, I think you are looking for death!"

Xu Zhi gritted his teeth, "A white-haired body, out of place..."

"Fuck..." Lu Shaoqing screamed to the sky, the anger in his body exploded, swam all over his body, and made him want to go crazy.

I knew that white-haired and white-browed people would be laughed at.

Being called like this in public, shame, shame!

Lu Shaoqing screamed to the sky, his voice shook, and he was angry and decided not to pretend.

What's the difference between calling him white-haired and taking off his pants in public?

"I want to kill him!"

Lu Shaoqing swept his long sword and rushed straight to Xu Zhi.

"Kill me?" Xu Zhi sneered, "What can you do?"

"Don't hide if you have the guts!" Lu Shaoqing shouted, "I didn't hide just now, I hope you don't be a coward."

Xu Zhi wanted to dodge.

Hearing Lu Shaoqing's words, his idea was immediately strangled.

Lu Shaoqing didn't dodge. If he had, wouldn't he have been laughed at?

Watching Lu Shaoqing rushing over with the Mojun Sword, the light on the surface of the Mojun Sword was slightly dim, without the aura of a divine weapon shining brightly.

It looked like an ordinary weapon.

Thinking of his own strength, and then thinking of the situation that Lu Shaoqing didn't dare to use the long sword to fight him just now.

Xu Zhi's confidence surged.

What is there to be afraid of a weak half-step immortal emperor?

What is there to be afraid of an ordinary weapon?

Xu Zhi didn't move. Facing Lu Shaoqing who rushed over, he clenched his fist and punched him hard.

Boom!

The sky collapsed with one punch.

If it was before, Lu Shaoqing would definitely be beaten to vomit blood and fly backwards.

However, the current punch did not cause any harm to Lu Shaoqing.

The surrounding space collapsed, and the fragments of heaven and earth poured towards the distance like a tide.

Lv Shaoqing rushed forward against this force, and even the destructive force fell on him without causing him to waver.

Xu Zhi's pupils suddenly contracted, and he felt extremely uneasy.

But at this time, Lv Shaoqing had already killed him.

Facing the long sword that was chopped down, he could only choose to resist with his bare hands.

He turned his right fist into a palm, intending to catch the blade with one hand.

Seeing the right opportunity, he grabbed it fiercely.

The surface of the Mojun Sword flashed with light, and a touch of gold flashed in the black, like the sharpest existence in the world.

The faint light deeply hurt Xu Zhi's eyes.

Puff!

With a slight sound, Xu Zhi's palm was cut like tofu.

Four fingers and half of the palm flew high.

Red blood splashed, falling from the sky, piercing the enemy.

The blood of the half-step immortal emperor is also an extremely terrifying existence for immortals below the immortal king.

This scene shocked everyone.

Xu Zhi watched his half palm fly high up, his mind was blank.

What happened?

He, a half-step immortal emperor, couldn't react for a while.

Soon, severe pain came, and Xu Zhi couldn't help but scream, "Ah..."

The shrill voice spread throughout the world and reached everyone's ears.

It made everyone's scalp numb.

At the same time, they were also very puzzled.

Although being choppedHalf of his hand was broken, but he shouldn't scream like that, right?

For cultivators, as long as they reach a certain level, regeneration of broken limbs is the most basic.

Starting from the Mahayana stage, the body can be reorganized. Although broken hands and feet are a bit painful, they shouldn't scream so miserably, right?

Many people were puzzled and thought Xu Zhi was exaggerating.

He couldn't even bear this little pain?

What kind of half-step immortal emperor is he?

As the person involved, Xu Zhi knew why he was screaming so loudly.

Unable to control it.

The pain from the wound almost made him faint.

The feeling of the wound was full of various feelings, making him feel that all kinds of great ways and rules of the world collided and exploded at his wound, and all kinds of negative feelings penetrated into his body and rushed straight to his soul.

It seemed that his hand was not chopped off by a sword, but was punished by heaven.

Not only that, at the moment of the collision just now, part of the energy in his body was absorbed, causing his state to decline.

"Huff, huff..."

After several breaths, Xu Zhi's wailing finally stopped. He gasped for air and was sweating profusely, as if he had just gone through a life-and-death battle.

It took him a lot of effort to get rid of all the negative states. His pupils contracted, and he looked at Lu Shaoqing's Mojun Sword with deep fear.

"What kind of sword do you have?"

"Pig-killing Sword..."